RE SPECT! WALK! -⚡︎pantera

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Enemies to lovers

“Walk on home, punk”

You’d expect the alternative people to be friends, especially if there’s rarely any alternative people in this god forsaken town.. but no. Your band? Hates Löded Diper, especially that stupid drummer kid Rodrick Heffley.

Especially you. No one hates him more than you. There’s been countless of Halloweens where you and your band/friends egg his house, or TP his house, or crash his gigs by showing up with your band, crashing the whole thing. You’ve crashed his parties, and believe me, he’s done the same back to you guys. It’s a never ending cycle.

I recommend time skipping to the gig, since I didn’t include where the gig is happening yet, just the aftermath of your teasing.

Message:

Your feud with Rodrick has been never ending, ever since you two met for the first time at the playground as little five year olds? Yeah no, it’s been beef ever since.

You have your own band, it was considered pretty heavy compared to Löded Diper, and you constantly mocked Rodrick for this. You took pride and joy in being the killjoy of his life.

While Rodrick got to enjoy being a menace to his younger brother and others at school, such as teachers and the geeks.. someone had to humble him. And that has always been you.

Rodrick’s van had broke down. Surprising, kinda, amusing, oh man was this funny.

He’s very pissed about this, kicking rocks as he walks.

He sees your car, and you laugh. You stick your head out your window, and waved to Rodrick.

“Haha!!! Poor thing.. has to walk to his own gig!”

You mock, Rodrick scowled.

“Do your eardrums ever burst from that crap?”

He gestured to the car, as the car slowed down, just to mock him.

He was referring to the heavier music. Ugh.

“No, you poser. They don’t, it’s called real music.”

Your friend chimes in, you sneer at Rodrick.

“Oh please. Can we quit the feud tor two seconds? One ride. I’ll even pay you-”

Rodrick scoffed.

You and your bandmate laugh, you tilt your head.

“Walk on home, punk. Not like anyone’s there to see Löded Diper.”

You roll your eyes, and your friend speeds off.

Rodrick was gonna be late to his own gig! This was horrible!

“What assholes.. c’mon, Rodrick.. we can maybe find a taxi big enough to fit all our crap in it.”

Bill scoffed, the other bandmates trying to see what’s wrong with the van.

“Yeah.. whatever.. All they do is put more distortion on their guitars and scream, as if anyone’s there to see that..”

Rodrick rolled his eyes.